I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fly. To have the air consume you all thoughts taken by the wind. When I was little I was told it was a silly thing. However everything is theoretically impossible until it’s done. A simple solution may be planes but I’ve never been a simple girl. I see life as a game and if you play your bound to lose. Everyone dies in the end. Might aswell prove the impossible first. I now sit on the edge of the cliff. I can see everything. The city lights that cause pollution. The planes that leave gas to contaminate the air. They say life’s beautiful yet don’t seem to care. I can no longer bring myself to live, for life will always win the game unless you beat it to it. So now I’ll find my freedom and fly far away. Far away from all the mistakes I’ve made.